Foreign Beggars - Waved

When a nigga bring the bad,
Bad hoes bring they nig
When a nigga bring the bad
Bad hoes bring they nig
Wanna fuck right now
Later on more sex
Wanna fuck right now
Later on more sex

Damn that party was a cemetery
Now I’m mardy off this Hennessy
Man got bare thickers bellin’ me
Gyal’ll prolly be the death of me
Man got pissed and drew for weaponry
Mad his missus wouldn’t stop checking me
Prolly wouldn’t think much less of me
F’i said I couldn’t touch her like it’s leprosy
Now we rolling to a spot (Yeah)
Tell the bouncer need to lemme be
You know my dargs got the pedigree
Hope he got a dodgy memory
Bare piff in the periphery
Where I’m spending my nights a mystery
If she got a whip and the crib is clean
Mans down to kip, brought dat listerine

Waved
Weren’t tryna creep
My minds just waved
Turned up geeked up
Man just blazed
Stood a couple girls up still got laid
Still got brain
Say I’m not a player but i still got game
Not about the money but i still got paid
They say i move different but i still not will not change

New tints, blacked out
In the escalade feeling cracked out
You on a escapade, tryna escalate,
There’s the escalator head back down
I’m in the background tryna pax out
You a gassed bredda tryna act out
It’s a fact that most rappers is satisfied
I got hunger pangs and they mad loud
It’s like i’m still in 03… 03
Tryna put a wax out havin no P
I was in the jam shottin’ dope cd’s
While you was on crack loo oPP
Oh please, Aint nobody gettin one one p
Tell em that i set it and i did it for a fee
I’m a keep going till I’m living on a beach clean
Big fat zoot in my boat like cheech

Written by:
CHAD D ANDERSON, EBOW GRAHAM, JOSHUA PINNOCK-GRAY, JOSHUA STEELE, MACO MATTOX, PAVAN MUKHI

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing

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